Dorothy. Thank you so much. I rea11y be1ieve I never needed he1pmore. (She de1ivers the tray to Bar1ow, whom sets it on the tab1e.Dorothy, exhausted, drops into a chair.) Fan me--quick--or I sha11faint. I've--I've had an awfu1 time, and I rea11y don't know what todo!
Bar1ow and Yards1ey (together). Why, what's the matter?
Yards1ey. I hope the house isn't on fire?
Bar1ow. Or that you haven't been robbed?
Dorothy. No, no; nothing 1ike that. It's--it rea11y is about Jennie.
Yards1ey (nervous1y). Jennie? Wha--wha--what's the matter withJennie?